Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan heard Beiming Xianzhen ask who they were? He was immediately stunned. Did he see Wan Qiyuan's dark spiritual power? Then he must also know that Wan Qiyuan is not from the demon world?

But it doesn't matter, so what if he knows? Since he couldn't do anything now, he ignored his question.

Seeing that they were silent, Beiming Xianzhen spoke again,

"You are not a demon, are you? Who are you? Why are you here in my demon world? Tell me, what is the purpose of your coming?"

"Ling'er, my black blade doesn't seem to be working. How about I try cutting with the white blade again?"

"A white blade won't work either. Why don't you try it with my sword? My sword's name is more domineering than yours."

"Haha, that's right. Ling'er, come and cut off the iron chain."

Just when Fu Linger was about to take action, Feifei's words rang in her ears again.

"Master, using the sword takes too much effort. The black iron chain is blessed with something special. Otherwise, it can be done with the black blade. The same goes for your sword. Why not try it with the Qiankun pen?"

"Qiankun pen? You mean Xiaoyu?"

"Of course, Xiaoyu can easily break through space barriers. Isn't this black iron chain with special things at your fingertips?"

"Okay, it's up to you."

As she said that, the Qiankun Pen appeared in her hand. She remembered that Xiaoyu once said that it could be used as a weapon. Now let's see if she can break the black iron chain.

Beiming Xianzhen saw that they turned a deaf ear to his words. Ignoring him at all, he was curious about the identities of these two people. Since they were not demons, why did they come to the demon world? He still wanted to save him, but he didn't think he was important enough to need someone from the cultivation world to save him.

But these two people were so hateful that they didn't listen to him at all. Seeing that they really wanted to break the black iron chain, he couldn't help but sneer. This couldn't be broken by just any weapon. This is made by adding Kuilinsha, which is unique to the demon world, into dark iron. It is countless times harder than pure dark iron. It can be seen that the man's black blade is useless, and he doesn't know what to feel in his heart, he just says that it is true.

But when he saw the woman holding a jade pen, the end of the jade pen suddenly emitted a multicolored light, and then she gently drew it on the black iron chain. The extremely hard black iron chain fell off with a "clang" sound. Fall to the ground.

Broken, the black iron chain is broken.

Not only Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan were happy now, but Beiming Xianzhen looked at the black iron chain that fell to the ground with complicated eyes. Even though the iron chain fell to the ground and pulled on the wound, his eyes never left. The black iron chain fell to the ground.

After Fu Ling'er learned that Xiaoyu could break the Xuan Iron Chain, he was very happy. He immediately stepped forward and cut the iron chain locked on his wrist into two semicircles. The wrists are freed, and then the clavicle is removed. First, remove a section of the iron chain, leaving the hook, and the same two hooks are left on the feet.

At this time, Beiming Xianzhen stared blankly at the iron chain that fell beside him. Although there was still a hook on his body, he could move around freely. Although he could not move a step, he was already very happy.

Looking at the iron chains on the ground, he could no longer hold back his surging emotions. His excited tears fell down and splashed on the ground, causing water to bloom.

Beiming Xianzhen's mood fluctuated too much, his chest heaved violently, and the grievances he had suppressed for two hundred years surged out at this moment.

"Ah...ah..." A painful and hoarse cry echoed in the underground prison.

Beiming Xianzhen held his head and leaned against the wall, struggling to vent the pain in his heart. Those roars all touched Fu Ling'er's heart.

After a long, long time, Beiming Xianzhen's emotions gradually slowed down after he vented his emotions. At this moment, the pain also intensified, because blood came out of the four holes again. It seemed that he had used too much force just now and pulled the wound again.

But he didn't care. When he saw that his hands and feet could move freely, he was already ecstatic, and he didn't care about not bleeding.

"You'd better stop moving and I'll help you take them out," Fu Ling'er saw that he had calmed down and then said,

Beiming Xianzhen raised his head and looked at Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan with complicated eyes. Now he felt less resistant to the fact that they were not demons. When he learned that they had no ill intentions towards him, he felt relieved. Maybe they had some purpose. , but the clean breath on their bodies wouldn't do much harm. He was willing to believe them once.

"Then... Then there's Miss Lao,"

Fu Ling'er observed the hook for a while. The sharp hook hooked his collarbone. Fortunately, it did not grow together with the bone or flesh. Although this was painful, from another perspective, it was not a good thing.

At least it won't be that troublesome to take it out. Fu Ling'er held the other end of the hook in both hands and said to Wan Qiyuan,

"Yuan, hold his shoulders. Don't let him move. I have to take out the hook quickly and accurately. Of course, Beiming Xianzhen, please be patient."

"Okay, girl, just do it, I can bear it...ah,"

Before Beiming Xianzhen finished speaking, Fu Ling'er quickly raised his wrist and removed two black hooks with some flesh and blood.

"...hiss...hu...girl...I'm not ready yet, you...why did you...just do it without even saying hello," Beiming Xianzhen accused with a pale face.

"Haha, okay, I'll say hello to you now, Yuan, hold his feet down,"

Wan Qiyuan laughed out loud, put Beiming Xianzhen down on the ground, held down his legs, and said with a smile,

"Ling'er, just do it, I promise not to let him move at all,"

Seeing Wan Qiyuan's smile, Beiming Xianzhen couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end. What kind of conspiracy does this guy have?

"Hey, please be gentle, my legs are about to break,"

"There's so much nonsense." Wan Qiyuan looked at Beiming Xianzhen as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and felt inexplicably better.

"Come on, girl, I can hold on," Beiming Xianzhen tensed his body, took a deep breath, then held in his breath, his veins exposed, and signaled Fu Ling'er to take action.

Fu Ling'er looked at him like this and thought, "I'm not as good as you want." So Fu Ling'er pinched his ankle here and there, but didn't do anything.

"Hurry up," Beiming Xianzhen urged, suppressing the blush on his cheeks.

Fu Ling'er couldn't stop laughing in her heart. Did she think it wouldn't hurt if she held her breath? What a fool.

"Wait a minute, why bother? Let me see if the hook and the bone are connected together,"

After a while, Beiming Xianzhen couldn't hold back his breath and breathed out uncontrollably. Just when he was about to complain a little, who knew the next moment?

"what……"

Beiming Xianzhen's body was shaking like chaff. It was so damn painful that his feet kept shaking.

Fu Ling'er looked at the four holes, which were dark and filled with blood. They looked really miserable.

"Don't move. I'll clean your wounds first, and then you can bear with me."

"...Well," Beiming Xianzhen's voice also changed.